Wednesday, May 2, 2012

I have been having a Cathy cartoon kind of day. Make that week. Weak. I mean, one minute I'm floating on the magic of fairies, feeling like the awesomest mom outside of a pearl choker, the next minute I feel like whatever the opposite of gluten-free would be. Globby? Thick. Stupidly viscous and a little bit mean, to be honest. PMS, yes. Ok? No. Hint: I identify with the lady on the left, only my hair is way frizzier.

For instance: I am been growing increasingly annoyed with my houseplants. Anthuriam, Maidenhair fern, Bromeliads. They're all so goddamn needy, what with the watering and the watering. So I might have ignored them for a bit, and now? They're dead. I sure showed them, didn't I?

Then today I came home to find Bubbles Bubbmax--the Betta fish Zoey got for her birthday--desperately trying to swim in one inch of water, the counter beneath him soaked. Apparently the brand new fish tank we bought cracked at some point today, and now Bubbles is living in an acrylic water pitcher until I have time to get another fish tank.

I mean, really?

For breakfast I had an english muffin with nutella. For lunch a peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a handful of Trader Joe's cat cookies. For dinner, McDonald's. Dude. I know. See pic above.

Off to research tasty, cheap, pre-made juice cleanses and chia seeds...
xo,
S

Hi, I'm Susannah and I love shiny things, swimming, the smell of fresh cut grass, orange blossoms and horse shit. The feel of my children's eyelashes on my cheek is a live virus that grows in me, multiplies and sustains. I will never understand Amish Friendship Bread.

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